Saving My Rejected Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

Just as Shaman Orun had promised, the herbal tea and lavender candle worked like a charm. Aria drifted into sleep almost the moment her head touched the pillow. Her breathing slowed, evened out, and her features softened, momentarily free of the burden she carried. She was at peace.Mason sat a few feet away, hunched over his laptop on a nearby chair, fingers tapping on the keyboard—but his eyes kept betraying him, darting toward the sleeping woman. He told himself to focus, but her presence tugged at his attention like a string pulled tight.She looked too still. Too quiet.[The more you believe something will go wrong… the more you invite it to happen,] Amarok, his wolf, warned in his mind.[You’re right,] Mason replied with a mental sigh. [No more feeding the fear.]He shut the laptop and switched to his tablet, relocating to the empty side of the bed, close enough to watch over her without hovering. He opened a report and tried to read it, letting the words pull him back into lo

With a fluid, dominant motion, Mason shifted their positions, rolling them gently until he was now on top of her, his body pressed firmly against hers. He hovered there for a breathless second, gazing down at her with a hunger he could no longer hide.He reached out, brushing the backs of his fingers along her cheek with aching tenderness, as if she were something fragile he feared to break. Then his thumb found her bottom lip, stroking it slowly, teasing it, testing her resolve as much as his own.His breath came out in a shaky exhale, heavy with longing. “You’re making me lose my mind…” he muttered, his voice husky and raw with desire, before claiming her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle.It was deep, starved, and possessive.She didn’t resist, how could she? Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, needing more. Her hands explored the planes of his back and shoulders, her fingertips trailing along the firm, heated lines of his muscles, grounding herself in the w

She could no longer hold back the rising storm inside her. Breathless and flushed, Aria shamelessly whispered, “Faster, please do it faster.” Mason froze for a split second, her plea crashing into him like a tidal wave. He’d been holding himself back, balancing on a razor’s edge, but her words shattered his restraint. He sat up, his eyes locked on her, and let one hand replace his mouth, picking up the pace with firm, fluid motions. He watched, completely entranced, as Aria arched into his touch. Her moans grew louder, uncontrolled, raw.  Her face was a portrait of bliss, painted in shades of longing and abandon. “Oh god—M-Mason, ahh…” she gasped, her body trembl

Shaman Orun moved with grace, his expression stoic but focused. He reached for a smoldering bundle of sage by the edge of the bonfire. It's smoke curling like spectral fingers into the night air, and it began smudging Aria in slow, sacred sweeps. Then, without a word, he raised the sage high and circled the perimeter of the mountain ash ring. Aria stood still near the center of the octagram. Her eyes followed Orun’s every move, her heart pounding like a war drum.From beside the fire, Orun retrieved a small, dark-glass jar. He began to chant, his voice low but thunderous in its weight.“From the bones of my ancestors, from my own blood, let a shield be made. Nihil nocere potest. Darkness that seeks to harm, fall back. Lux et terra me protegat. In this sacred circle, I remain untouched!”His hand dipped into the jar, pulling out what looked like crystalline pink salt, and with a sharp flick, he cast it into the fire. A sudden whoosh burst from the flames, it was brief but powerful.

Mason strode toward the main villa’s exit, adrenaline coursing through his veins like wildfire. Every second felt heavier than the last. Aria’s life is hanging in the balance, and time is slipping through his fingers like smoke.Just as he reached the foyer, two familiar figures stepped into his path: his grandmother and Nina.He had already mindlinked with his grandmother, explaining everything; the danger, the witch, the poison that's possibly cloaked in fertility pills. She understood the gravity without a single spoken word.But Nina, sweet and innocent Nina, had no idea the storm that was unfolding around her.“Daddy! Are you going out?” she asked, bouncing toward him with bright, clueless eyes.Mason forced a smile and scooped her into his arms, holding her close. Even in this chaos, she grounded him. “Yes, sweetheart. Aunt Aria is still feeling sick, so Daddy has to go to the city to get a special medicine for her.”“She’s still not better?” Nina asked, her brows furrowed in co